That handsome guy in the club.


Hey baby, come along, c'mon here, closer
I'm quite experienced, but I'm no womanizer
I want to feel your body burning under this halter
Hey, now the atmosphere is like sweater weather

Sweater weather baby, have you heard about this before
If we start that round, I'm sure you'll beg me for more
I'm gonna love you and make your body levitate
Now baby, c'mon here closer, don't hesitate

Worship me as your god, and I'll say you're my girl
Let's turn and dance and curl up and twirl
I promise my kisses are nothing like you've felt before
Oh yeah, I tell you baby, you're gonna beg me for more

Hey, let me buy you a drink, it's on me
If you're from Arizona or Paris I don't care
I'm gonna make you mine if coming closer you dare
Hey, gorgeous, I love you, you're a beauty

Worship me as your god, and I'll say you're my girl
Let's turn and dance and curl up and twirl
I promise my kisses are nothing like you've felt before
Oh yeah, I tell you baby, you're gonna beg me for more

Now we're leaving the club, and you're laughing
Oh baby, it's gonna be such a hot evening.

Jan,18,2014

The ultimate ecstasy
Smart soul, such flirting figure,
Shunning their staunch yet sly lame,
Shielding their stout sin secure,
Stunning snake, flickering flame,

Goddess of the greediest guts,
The ram rears before your ray,
The men moan, and hear their ruts,
They surrender if you say:

''Covet me, corrupted cores''
You tie them to your jetty,
Sending them at your soft shores,
They are caught, clasped and petty.

Your power paralyzes,
Heals from all the illnesses,
As it damns the strongest might,
Wait ,is your womb worth the wright ?

Vile Venus' voice, vulture !
Arcane angel, oracle,
Stop rising the sepulture
Of your victims, fool focal !

Your love has a foul fragrance,
I won't submit to your trance!
Poor, obsolete absolute,
You are now using a flute

On your bounded bared bodies,
Enjoying the energies
Flowing from their feeble blood.
Bathing in this fetish flood :

You are aroused, Addiction,
And as they all are in awe
On them you then  pour your woe
Your awful absolution...

Smart soul, such flirting figure,
Shunning their staunch yet sly lame.
Shielding their stout sin secure.
Stunning snake, flickering flame.

Wether a drug, or a well
Of the finest *****,
Wether a mirage, a dell
Deadliest equilibrium

You will lurk,  and surely lure
In the dark, yes you will mure
Anyone tempted by this
Ecstasy and emphasis.

''Her name is Euphoria''
Her youth an Utopia.''
Thus, supposedly nowhere.
In fact, concealed everywhere!
The grievous allegory
Agape and agony
Faith as well as felony
The ultimate ecstasy.

April 21, 2013

The pagan crowd, the fallen heart
Like thirsty beasts rose from the dirt
Their eyes ******, their teeth hungry
Like thirty blades, cursing Mercy

They squeaked and called, they screamed and growled
They tossed and turned, they laughed and mauled
A thin body to them is brought
Among this hell, to calm their drought.



Naked angel, oh flawless flow
Your blood descends and they will throw
Naked angel, oh flawless dream
Their claws at you, lost in the stream

Piercing your veins, soiling their skins.
Filling the night with their mad screens
Piercing your soul, feeding their might.
Filling the night with fallen lights...








You vouched ******, you violated
You so perfect, and yet tainted
Avenge yourself on this altar
Where you were ***** and thus so far

From this nightmare, free your spirit
Do not sell your last heartbeat
Open your eyes, o creature
The sun has ended your torture

Join them, join them, in their kingdom
They were banished, denied Wisdom
Kiss them, kiss them, darkened beauty
Glorious Queen, sweet felony!

April, 11, 2013

No guts to ***** a meager mea culpa ?

Were you begging me to spare you, man
Trudging on the floor raising your shabby swords
I would still silence you saying, ''Any last words?''
Separating your soul from this soil, despising your wan...

Your blood would flow, your pain would glow
Appearing obvious under my enameled blades
However, I would remain in the reassuring shades
Watching your pride wiggle and wail, hearing you swallow

The shame that would strike you at your utmost.
As soon as you cursed me, I hated you the most
Do not rely on your ideal, this is your ordeal
Your dreaded nightmare, except that it is now real!

Were you begging me to forgive your mistake
I would only whisper that you are now at stake
You did choose to solve this case in your lull
Tell me, were you tortured and was this as dull

As this devouring pain cursing through your body?
Years went by and you ignored my fading name
Uttering in your sleep that I was surely the one to blame
Feel it, tremble under it, this is your deserved agony

You thought it was a sporadic game, dices to roll
You have played with numbers, and you stabbed our love
Livid will turn your face, because soon funeral knells will toll
The poisonous clove will soon sprout, I have an iron hand in my velvet glove

And you will finally fall from your God ****** grace
The yellowish waxy rotten tone of your face will melt
Under the fires of justice that have become scarce
Watch my hand you fed undo the blades from my belt

Any last words, coward, before my rage hits your rib-cage, loafer?
Anything to say, threatened by the horrific scythe, loser
You poor excuse for a man, let alone for a fallacious father
You used to lift me up to the glories of the skies and call me 'my daughter'...

Were you begging me to spare you, begetter
I would turn my heart away from you, rather
This sturdy bone structure of yours handed over to the reaper.
He whom despises mercy to reason deserves neither



I wish I could pretend believing we never saw it coming
But what is the point of keeping your head high
When nothing remains in you, not even the faintest sigh
You are going to expire and yet, not even your lips are moving.

Were you begging me to love you, as you pant
I would tell you that the clock is adamant,
We both are well aware time has now run out
Anything...? -  you have been ruled out.


December, 27, 2013

Let the mask fall, let this head roll.

I do not have a role in any of your poll
My soul is empty, my sides are lonely
Let the tear speak, and nought lovely

In this pain all is vain
In this plain, all is lain
No glitters, no dancers
No twisters, no lovers.

Let the mask fall, let this  head roll

Inside, beneath, nothing to scroll
My heart is cloudy, my blood is icy
Let the skin speak, and nought happy

In this hand, nothing stays
In this palm, nothing frays
No kisses, no wishes
No lilies, no worries


Let the mask fall, let the dust shine

Do not ever call me divine
I do not have a role in any of your poll
Let the mask fall, let my head roll.



April, 11, 2013

Dwindle, dwindle, devious dwarf

The dew skims the sides of my lawn
A fairy must have had here something sawn
A soft stain of sorrow silently slipped
Out of the pages of Edgar Allan Poe
The wind wields the wild warming woe
As a tiny creature, from the book has flipped
It has oddly ended here. Subdued and suffering
I leaned over, and saw the poor eye-sore
Hardly breathing, as lost and fragile as a spore
I picked it up from the ground as it was stalling
And its evil grin pinned me down to the floor
Devious dwarf, dwindle, dwindle
No one, no no one will ever solve your riddle.

And this is how, strangled to death in the moor
The dwarf dances over my demise
If the tiny man starts to misbehave, be wise
Close the book and open up some Chaucer
You'll be spared from it chuckling, reader.
It laughs, beware human, it dwindles
And the leprechaun claims it likes girls' freckles.

November the 28th, 2013
Based on the word '' dwarf'', given by Adrien Mathieu.

Are my hearts reaching roots and trees?

I feel it quiver deep down inside
A continuous ****** I can't abide.
You whispered you would stay by my side
But you're gone,  you've withdrawn,  like the tide.

And my mind feels that gap, when it cries
Left to the emptiness of the void.
Beware, I may get paranoid
Have you ever believed in your lies?

I feel it giggling getting higher
And it shows you I was tougher
Than this little sweet teen you cuddled
Than this hugged high school girl you hurdled

And my mind rejoices, when you say
That I was nought but a heap of hay.
Whilst you've made sure to keep me at bay
Are you a little more noble than clay?

The more one sees from men you're the lees
The more I will feel free from your fees.
While you are standing up on your glees
Are my laughters  reaching roots and trees…

Father?


July 14, 2013
Onboard a train from Lyon to Montpellier.